"King of Football!"
"King of Football!"
"GOAT!"
"GOAT!"
With two assists and a goal, he had once again claimed MVP. The fans at the stadium chanted "GOAT" in perfect unison.
You could chant "TY Goat" at a Manchester United match, but saying that at a China national football team match...
Honestly, it was a little too cocky.
But on closer inspection, today's China national football team really did have the right to be cocky.
So far in this World Cup, China national football team still held a 100% win rate!
It was hard to believe, but the China national football team players doing three-stripe knee slides across the pitch told you that everything you saw on TV was real!
"Ah!!!"
Bang!
Tang Ye burst through the locker room doors and kicked a water bottle off the floor. "Fuck!!"
"Haha!"
"Fucking awesome!!!"
"Two straight wins!"
Zhang Yuning roared as he came in too. "Two straight wins, holy shit. We're qualifying early, aren't we?"
What Zhang Yuning had asked was technically a question, but no one answered him just then. The players could think of nothing except the victory they had just won.
"Whew..."
Letting out a long breath, Tang Ye sat on a bench and placed both hands on his head.
The master felt as though he were dreaming. Everything that had happened over the past few days had been too unreal.
"Tang Ye!"
Feng Xiaoting came over and hugged Tang Ye, smacking his shoulder hard with his right hand. "Haha, did you ever think it would turn out like this?"
"Honestly, no."
Tang Ye raised both hands. "Two straight wins, damn."
"Are we first in the group now?"
Only after Tang Ye raised that question did the players around the room turn their attention to it.
"With six points, we're